Canine Victory
At least victory of a sort.
The little white dust mop dog is, apparently, no longer afraid of the kitchen floor. As is evidenced by the following.
1.) He now stands in the middle of the kitchen floor and barks at me, presumably in hopes of receiving bits of toast, whilst I prepare breakfast.
2.) And then there’s the evidence from last weekend. When I arrived in the kitchen Monday morning there he was, asleep, in the middle of the kitchen floor, with his head inside the dismembered bag of dog kibble. It was a very big bag of dog kibble, and he is a pretty small dog. It seems that after watching me open the bag to refill his daily food containers for some months he finally made the connection that, “The dog food comes from out of the big bag standing next to the refrigerator.” At some point late Sunday night, after I’d used the big bag to fill up the little plastic food tubs for the upcoming week, he dragged the bag over to the center of the kitchen – why the center and not where it stood next to the fridge will one supposes forever remain a mystery – tore it open, and began his nocturnal feast.
So, Hooray! No longer afraid of the kitchen floor. And, fortunately, the bag was almost empty. So no need to be concerned about the treasured family pet bursting like some sort of canine pinata. However, I must now find a new place to store the bag; the kitchen is now unacceptable – the dog being aware of the bag’s vulnerability to canine teeth, and the garage being susceptible to intrusion from… Raccoons I suppose, who for generations appear to realize the susceptibility of big bags of dog food to ‘Racoonian’ (???) teeth.